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opluffys · 3 years ago

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Haunted

-part 3-

*part 1* *part 2*

i had such a hard time writing this chapter :(. anyways, pls pls pls read this on my archive for ~*all of the italics~*!!! my archive is luffys <3 pls let me know if it copies weird!! pls enjoy :) <3

-smut/nsfw-

-Michael Myers x Reader-

Standing still in front of the mirror, your trembling fingers grazed the loop of teeth scarred on you. Wincing and taking a sharp intake of breath, the fresh wound stung, incredibly so, nearly making you cry.

You craned your neck to the side in order to see the mark better, and fuck, this really was never going away. You didn't want it to, anyway.

You applied a quick healing ointment to the bite, in order to prevent infection, not bandaging it just yet. It hurt too much to even touch, so you just let it sit, at least until the agonising sensation of his teeth locked into you subsided. You wanted to shower, wash away all the filth and evidence of him, but you opted to wait until the wound stopped pulsating.

Slowly making your way down the stairs while taking no notice of the throbbing between your legs, you locked the screen door in place. Cold air still slightly channeling into your house, making you shiver.

You contemplated unlocking the screen door when he'd come back, but you didn't like the door slamming against the wood every time the wind stirred. Walking around to the back door, you turned the lock, only slightly hesitant once you had realised how vulnerable you, as well as your entire home had been to the outside world.

Grabbing your phone from your pocket, you scrolled through your feed on social media, yawning while looking through all the obligatory Halloween posts.

One specific post had caught your eye, though. It had been put up a couple of minutes ago, not garnering much traction yet. You read a quick warning in the caption, explaining how it had gore and disturbing images on the next couple of slides. Against your better judgement, you slid the post to the next square. Your eyes squinted for a second, having to turn your phones brightness up to see anything.

Your eyes filled to the brim with large and salty tears, you sobbed quietly in your hand, you wanted to look away.

You knew he had done this.

On the floor was a man, but not just any man, the one who had touched you excessively at the club. He lay practically mutilated on the pavement, you almost didn't recognise him, save for his costume, which hung on the bloodied skin in torn shreds.

Turning your phone off and throwing it onto your kitchen counter, you wept into your hands.

It was your fault he was dead.

He had killed him for you.

Why..? He didn't deserve to die, you couldn't decide that. But neither could he. Sure, that man had touched you much more than you liked, but he hadn't deserved execution, had he?

Your mind kept replaying that image, turned belly-up, stabbed again, again, and again in the abdomen. Pools of blood filled behind his lifeless figure, a slit leading across his neck. You had a feeling that Michael didn't start with his neck, no, he had made it painful for this man. This was a statement, a declaration of his possessiveness. He was no fool, he had known that you'd stumble across this.

Always one step ahead, you couldn't fathom packing your things and leaving. Utterly petrified, thinking that you'd just become another kill on his cognitive list.

Your stomach turned uncomfortably, the difficult feeling of hunger and nausea making you hover over your refrigerator. You wanted to cook something, since it could take your mind off of those harrowing photographs.

Ultimately deciding to make something quick, you settled on some pasta. Not the best thing on your tender throat, it was the only thing you could make, since the fridge hadn't been stocked in a while.

Grabbing a large pot and filling it with cold water, you briefly wondered if he had liked pasta. Maybe not, but you had intuition that he'd eat anything you'd give him.

Dropping the heavy dish onto the burner of your stove, you grabbed some ground beef and quickly ripped the package open, seasoning it and tearing the square into small shreds.

Popping the sauce lid open, you felt somewhat cheesy about using prepped sauce, rather than making your own. It was the dead of night and you were making pasta, so it really didn't have to be absolutely perfect, but you wanted to impress your 'guest'.

Humming to yourself while dropping pinches of salt into the now boiling water, you grabbed a box of farfalle and poured it into the water. You mixed the sauce, smiling as the aroma was starting to make you drool.

Combining the sauce and beef, you watched the pasta and red sauce to make sure they wouldn't overcook. You should've gotten alfredo sauce instead, sensitive mind wincing at anything coloured similarly to blood. It didn't help how the ground beef had the texture of the mans innards, and holy shit, you nearly vomited all over your kitchen floor.

There was nothing that could take your mind off what had happened, it had occurred because he had seen you, all dressed up. He had made a move, and just like that, showing you how easily he could end people, the man was gone. You wanted to ball up onto the floor and sob and weep like the weak minded person you are.

Turning your attention to the foamy contents inside the pot, you stirred it for a bit, calming the roaring waters down. You fished out a piece of the pasta, tasting it to see if it was finished. Satisfied with the softness it held, you turned off the heat, straining the contents over your sink. You hadn't even known you were crying, becoming numb to the tracks of tears that stained your cheeks.

Something enjoyable about cooking pasta was how quickly it was able to finish. You only yawned a couple of times while stirring the food.

You prepped a bowl and fork, turning the burners off completely as you scooped a small portion of pasta and sauce into your dish. While it had smelled heavenly and you wanted nothing more than to devour it, you also didn't want to have lingering thoughts and get sick all over.

Your hand hesitated over a matching porcelain bowl, fingers gently smoothing over its cool exterior. He could most certainly help himself, but you felt objected to leave him his offering on the kitchen table. Somewhat untrusting to his antics in your kitchen, you didn't desire another missing knife, anyway.

Grabbing a larger bowl, since you thought his appetite must match his demeanour, you scooped some pasta and sauce into the dish, stabbing a fork into the middle a bit harsher than usual. Throwing open the refrigerator once more, you grabbed two bottles of water, placing one next to the lone bowl.

Pouring all of the leftovers into a spare tupperware and placing it on the barren holders of the fridge, you grabbed your own bowl and trudged up the stairs to your bedroom. If he did come back, you didn't want to be in his immediate sight of vision. Fearful that his murderous intent may seep into his entire being, overpowering his own lust towards you.

Climbing into the welcoming plush of your bed, you sat upright and began to chew on your now semi-warm food. You grabbed your phone in between bites, opening it and nearly sobbing once you realised you hadn't closed the post, that poor mans insides being exposed in ways it never should be, you felt something threaten to rise in your throat.

Placing the bowl onto the small table that reside next to your mattress, you ran hurriedly to the bathroom, familiar checkered pattern floor mocking you. You whined as your throat burned further feeling bile and other little things you had to eat eject from your sickened stomach.

Your chest heaved greatly as you closed the toilet lid, turning the little knob and hearing your sorrows get whisked into the sewers.

Oh, how you wished you could join them.

Turning the knob to the sink and feeling the freezing water bite your fingertips, you began to wash your face, quickly feeling numb as the water splashed around you. You wanted to become numb, too. Washing away all the guilty feelings you harboured for that evil. You didn't deny there was something awry with how you felt towards him, but you started to question why he had kept coming back. Did he like how secluded this area of town was..? Or does he seek shelter and indemnity from those who hunt him?

But, what had his goal been? To terrify you further? He had known you'd stumble across the post of that mans gruesome and unfair demise, but you were already plenty aware and mortified by his entire existence alone.

While in thought, you noted how those other men you had aspired to have one-night-stands with had collectively never contacted you again. While you didn't mind at that time, since you were the one who could not go all the way, now, you knew, fuck, you knew he had killed them. For what..? Setting their hands on his little plaything?

Nearly getting sick once more, you grew distraught, attentive to the fact that he didn't see you as a human being, capable of actual emotions. He had seen you as something he could claim, something that wouldn't dare disobey him. Something that would melt into his fucked up touches.

That something, was you.

You wanted to scream, to break everything within your grasp and wail, 'it isn't fair, it isn't fair,'. No, it wasn't fucking fair. Your psyche and mental state had been scrambled to shit since your first meeting with him.

You gazed into the mirror once more, blurred spots on the blemished glass. You began to peel your clothing off, forgetting about the roaring mark settled in the crook of your neck.

Pushing the shower curtain closed, you turned the tap and nudged your foot underneath the steady stream. Warm, then set ablaze. It would do.

You turned the nozzle so the shower head would sputter the burning hot water all over you, the small room filling with wisps of steam. At first, you had winced, hand shooting out to turn the knob to a colder degree, you yielded, retracting your hand back to your chest.

You sobbed freely, howling and crying until your gut ached. You slumped against the slippery tile, forehead bumping against it. Your tears blended well with the continuous flow of the scalding hot shower, becoming unknown to the saltiness or the staleness of water.

You sniffed, careful not to inhale any water that lingered on your face. You grabbed a bottle of a tropical scented body wash. You lathered it all throughout your body, dark purple marks standing out against the paleness of the soap, stark reminders of where he had practically manhandled you.

You inched closer to the jet of water, relishing how a shower would lift your mood, steam not only fogging the room, but your exhausted mind, too.

The mark nestled near your neck burned, it was set on pure blazing fire with every grace of water on, or near it. Hissing in pain, you had to cut the blissful cleanse short, simply because you couldn't handle the stinging sensation the mark provided.

Turning the tap off, you emerged from the tub, the cool air sticking to the droplets that speckled through your entire body. You picked a royal purple towel that nearly matched the injury on your neck.

Lazily waltzing out of the bathroom, leaving large puddles that would dry later, leaving you to worry about nothing at all. Nothing but the empty pit that settled in your gut after tonight's events.

A silent night, it had turned the first of November. The nightly sky had still called Halloween. You didn't want to acknowledge how many had lost their lives tonight, how many had lost their lives because of you.

You felt utter relief once you realised you didn't cross paths with your coworker tonight. He was so touchy-feely with anyone, that it would most definitely flare up Michael's possessiveness, and cause for another casualty. You didn't want him to end up like that man...

You need to leave.

Throwing open your closet, you grabbed two sweaters, putting the rather flattering one back since it was a turtleneck. A shame, but the fabric would chafe and itch over the bite. You instead pulled the thickly knitted cream sweater on, heavy v-neck allowing the mark to breathe. Grabbing an onyx scarf to hang over your shoulders, you could at least cover the mark, you didn't want anyone asking questions.

You grumbled realising you haven't hooked your bra on, ultimately deciding to forget about it. You didn't want to chat it up with anyone who encountered you, so you really didn't mind the absence of support.

Just a couple of days. You'd be gone for a couple of days, a hotel maybe..? You doubt you could afford a long stay at a nice place, though. You didn't want to put your friends in any danger, so you opted out of crashing with them for a while. And you really didn't want to explain the bite, either...

You rushed to get a small travel bag, snapping random articles of clothing off their hangers. Not even bothering to fold them, you stuffed the clothes into the carrier. "Just for a little while," You sniffed quietly, zipping the now rounded bag full of clothing. You drummed your fingers over the leather surface of the bag, worrying your bottom lip, nearly to the point of drawing crimson.

You walked around to open the door to your bedroom, walking briskly down the stairs. You fished your keys out of the sole drawer you kept them in, grabbing your coat. You had almost laughed, forgetting the bag that had still rested on your bed.

Walking past the kitchen, you had done a double-take, solace washing over you, seeing that the dish of pasta lay untouched. The last thing you had needed was him discerning what you were attempting.

Making your way back to your room, you unzipped a small pocket in the bag, slipping your wallet inside. Idling for a moment, you ran through your mental checklist, making sure you had everything that you needed. You grimaced when you had seen the full bowl of pasta sitting on the small table beside your mattress. You really hated to waste such a good meal.

You zipped the bag back up, hooked the straps around your arm-

that was as far as you made it.

The bag was ripped from your clutches, your mouth stuck in an 'o' shape. You were in utter contradiction, no, no, no, no, was all you could comprehend.

It couldn't be fathomed, when he had gotten in, how long he had been here, still and watching. Idiotic prey prancing around freely, unaware that such a beast observes.

His hands rest dangerously over your thoracic, hard grips hitching your breath with every squeeze. One thing was crossing your mind, to beg. To apologise frantically and plead him to let you go.

You struggled to writhe within his grasp, starting to blubber incoherent words to the both of you. You heard some 'pleases,' and 'I'm sorry,' slip from you, your lip quivering as you began to sob.

Your heart was palpitating, thumping against the cage of bones that surrounded it. Your lashes fluttered wildly against your wet cheeks, uncontrollable sobs leaking from your lips.

"You k-killed that man..." You cried, trying not to recall the photos. You had no idea why you had stated it, a cold fact. It was autumn, that man was dead, and you would soon follow.

You felt deflated, a chasm settling deep into your stomach. His hands left your ribcage, allowing you to turn and face him.

The same man faced you. The same evil monstrous being that so many had feared. For some twisted reason, he had taken interest in you. It had to be some kind of curiosity, or why would you still be standing? You sincerely doubt it was for the sole purpose of sexual encounters, since he could've used anyone for that.

Bloodied further, the dark boiler-suit hung loose around select areas of him. You failed to take note of the large kitchen knife that rested near him.

The foul smell of death seemed to be a permanent fixture around him, but you caught a trace of something else around him. You couldn't quite tell, but it smelled sickly sweet. It might've been somebody's blood, but you couldn't help but pray it had been something else.

He yanked you closer to him, you frantically put your hands against his clothed pectorals. Initially, you had thought that he despised holding anyone in the same vicinity as him, the very exception seemed to be you, though.

"I didn't want you to kill me, too," You cried, trying to free yourself from being too close to him. You had no clue why you had even bothered speaking to him, not really expecting a response back.

"I was scared, please." You sobbed, feeling him drag you to your slightly ruffled bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress, pulling you onto him. You didn't want to be close to him, because being close to one another seemed all too intimate.

It wasn't normal, it especially hadn't been his normal.

Being so close to him, you could finally narrow down what that sweet scent had been.

Alcohol..?

Of course, he had been at the club to murder that man. It was so incredibly rational to think he would also have a drink. You thought briefly if he had been drawn to the sweeter bright drinks, rather than a pure bitter shot.

Would he even remember tonight? What he had done after killing that man? What he would end up doing to you?

He had begun to gyrate his hips against you, stark white mask unmoving as his abyssal eyes were set on you. You winced, your mind not wanting to engage with him at all. Your body was the total oppugnant that your mind had tried so hard to be, already feeling your core heat.

Too quick for you to register, he had unzipped himself, grabbing his erection, moving his attention on how you had still been fully clothed. His large hands made their way to the dark tights that wrapped around your thighs, ripping them with extreme ease.

It seemed to be a pick and choose moment on when he had wanted to display his extraordinary and admirable strength. Now that his senses weren't at his best, you had started to fret that his slightly absent mind may finally push him towards your demise.

Your panties had been embarrassingly wet, your slick nearly running down your inner thighs. You were sick, almost as much as he was.

He shoved your drenched panties to the side, grabbing his cock and teasing the engorged tip between your labia. You whined lowly as his cock was coated in your arousal, easily sliding in between your wet folds. You questioned how such a thing fit inside you all those years ago, let alone your throat.

With little warning, he started to push himself inside of your tight cunt. You wanted to scream, the pain agonising and raw. He really hadn't been too deep within you, just getting started. Your arms reached to wrap around him, nails biting deep marks into the coveralls that still clung to his shoulder. You tried to push him off, to yell and beg him to stop. That it hurt and he was going to rip you clean in two.

You had been so pumped full of ibuprofen and the dopamine in you had made most of the pain dissipate. You most certainly would've remembered if his cock being half inside made you ache and throb around him. Your warmth had betrayed you further, squeezing and sucking him in deeper, despite you wanting him out.

Even though you had been on top, you had been anything but in control. His hand rest on your waist, languidly moving you over his cock. He hadn't been vocal at all, the only thing you could hear was the gross squelching of the two of you, and his steady breaths.

His hips continued to slam against you, thick and heavy cock filling you further than you could take. You cried as you crumpled against him, his strong arm bouncing you on him. His eyes were trained on how the two of you had connected, your greedy pussy sucking him back into your warm gummy walls. You wailed, his cock impaling you over and over, it made you dizzy.

His only assistance had been from gravity, lifting you and feeling you lower slowly on his throbbing cock. Your mind grew hazy as the pain has yet to subside, the aching feeling of him stretching and stuffing you full of him nearly causing you to lose consciousness.

You began to slump against him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You couldn't consider the truth- that it was beginning to feel phenomenal.

You whimpered quietly as your velvety walls clamped down on his bulbous cock, he set an unforgivingly slow pace.

Deliberately he had moved you, sliding you atop him. You crashed closer to him, your senses melting all together to create a hazy and foggy blur. Your breaths were sporadic as you whined and cried against him. The stretch and burn of your pussy being pried open by him made you whimper quietly.

"Michael," You purred, a sudden and unwanted sound from you. You desperately hoped he didn't hear you.

Certainly, he had.

Such a wanton sound from you had meant that you wanted it, right?

The hand that had been absent from you suddenly was present, an impossibly sharp blade against your fluttering pulse. He had stopped moving you, other hand at your jawbone, tilting your head to the side.

You were completely exposed to him, in more ways than one. Your pleasure and your life had been in his grasp, like it always had been.

You hadn't known what he had wanted, the blade of the knife resting against your pulse hazardously. He tapped the edge against you, his cock throbbing inside of you, he was still.

It had felt torturous, him being absolutely motionless inside you. You felt the blade move against you once more, digging into you bit by bit, nearly drawing blood.

That scandalous mewl of his name had stopped him from moving, so apparently, he had wanted you to show how much you had wanted him. Since you had been planning on leaving him, you had to prove that you were dependent upon him. You were continually digging yourself into your own tomb, worsening things every time you had seen him.

Your hips burned as you slightly raised them, clumsy movements from you as you couldn't take it- the painful stretch with the glow of pleasure behind it, while having to lift yourself off of him.

Another few ineffective bounces on him, you couldn't even top him properly. "I can't," You whispered, eyes screwing shut as your hands trembled against him.

He was waiting. For what..? Maybe you had guessed wrong, perhaps you weren't supposed to try topping him. He probably would've stopped you, the alcohol running through him probably prevented that. You had no clue what he had wanted you to do, though.

"Please, I... I can't." You begged, hoping that was all he had wanted to hear. It seemed close enough, as he continued to slowly piston inside you again.

A part of you had yearned for a normal relationship, an ordinary scenario of intimacy. This was most likely the closest that you'd ever get, since he wouldn't let a man look, nor touch you. It wasn't meant to hurt you, it was just meant to please him, pleasing you was just an added bonus.

The room was spinning, your head thumping rapidly as your eyes flickered uncontrollably. Your shaky hand snaked downwards in between the two of you. Your pointer and middle finger began to rub slow, concise circles over your clit. He had been a keen observer, watching as you let out more promiscuous sounds while rubbing yourself.

Your back arched as your legs lightly shook. You cursed and cried, throwing your head back as your grip tightened around him. You squealed his name as you came around his hot length.

He continued to watch, your facial expressions contorting into pure bliss while he lazily fucked into you, it made him throb inside you. A few more thrusts into you and he nearly groaned, cock twitching as he released viscous and thick ropes of his cum deep inside your womb.

Finally, finally he had to be finished with you. He seemed to follow an undeniable systematic pattern, and what you had collected so far meant that after fucking you, he would leave you alone. Until his urges took over once more, of course. Both of your chests heaved, a shin sheet of sweat layering your exhausted limbs, your eyes were glossed over with a hazy glow.

The dramatic scenario you had dreamt up included you cuddling into his arms, pushing the silicon up as your lips collided. You felt unreasonable thinking up these stupid scenes, but they had made things seem painfully ordinary in your head. Even though everything that had occurred was anything but.

He stilled inside of you, able to feel his cock soften within your abused walls. Exhaustion took over your senses, and all you wanted to do was huddle against your comforter, and weep yourself to rest.

You urged to say something, to ask him why he had still been within you, your overshot nerves coaxing small whimpers of pain with every twitch of his length.

From practically clinging to his chest, you were unexpectedly flipped onto your stomach and spread your wet thighs for himself to view you. Your pussy lips were puffy and slick with both of your release tainting your insides.

His thick fingers slowly crawled underneath you, your belly twitching in response to his fingertips grazing your skin. You whimpered after feeling a clumsy bump against your sensitive clit. "No," You gasped, diving your face into the soft and satin sheets of your bed.

Harsh circles were rubbed into you, your overstimulated body twitching and countless whines spilling from your lips. You cried again and again, nothing seeming to reach him. You quickly felt yourself grow close to the precipice, a final circle finally pushing you off.

Your cunt pathetically gaped over nothing, needy and desperate for him to fill you over, and over, and over. Your mind was a complete and clear slate. You couldn't bare to comprehend anything else but anguish and bliss.

Not quite realising that he was still unmoving, you cried feeling his heavy tip sloppily kiss your messy slit. You wanted to ask for a break, for him to continue another time. But you already knew what the silent and jeered response would be.

No.

A jerk of his hips,

No, because how dare you.

You cried, feeling stuffed of him,

How dare you try to run?

"Please, Michael. I," Hot tears pricked your eyes,

How dare you try to leave him and run away and never come back and-

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Your eyes fluttered to cold reality, feeling hot hell fire pump throughout you. A sticky and dirty mess, covered and painted in his semen. You twitched, feeling something squeeze you.

A wave of confusion, exhaustion, and fuck, the sting and soreness of your still leaking pussy made you quietly hiss in pain.

Your memory wasn't in the best state, but you did remember how you had tried to flee, caught by the most dangerous and threatening predator and hurriedly put in place.

It took your laggy and numb body a moment to realise that you, were not in fact, on your bed. You knew how the squeaky mattress had normally felt, soft, a bit itchy, but oh, so comforting.

Whatever you were on was, stiff. It was so incredibly hot, too. It was too dark, but you couldn't move your arms. Pinned down by the spirits of exhaustion, you had naively assumed. Only one thing, not worthy of being called the same as everyone else, human- had been able to feel such a degree. You were squished next to him, his bulky and strong arms wrapped around your frail and shaken up stature.

You had never been so close to him, not yet totally opposed to the unfamiliar situation. Maybe he had slipped the mask off, since you could feel some fresh bites and love marks etched on your body.

You tucked your lip underneath the front row of your teeth, teasing the frail skin, nearly drawing blood. You wanted to cry, it had seemed like such a common occurrence, rivers of tears flowing from your dry eyes. However, you really did not want to awake Michael. That would most likely be the worst outcome to occur in the moment. The alcohol would certainly be absent from his veins, so to be found curled up next to you, dozing off and vulnerable, nonetheless, would most definitely anger him.

You found yourself extremely blessed by lady luck tonight, and while your body had undergone would take a while to heal, you still had days ahead of you. For that, you were glad, so incredibly glad.

For what, though..?

To be a personal fuck-doll..?

To be fucked throughout unconsciousness..?

You felt less than human, like utter scum. To have your vulnerability and privacy be violated to such a level, it had made your stomach turn. You knew he would never stop rocking his hips into you, solely because you had become temporarily comatose? What a joke.

A shaky inhale, and you couldn't think anymore. You didn't want to. You wanted to just go to bed already, mind and body able to rest, just for a few hours.

You cuddled further into Michael's muscled chest, finding his sickly coppery scent disgustingly comforting. The excessive heat that came from him brought you immense comfort, the cool autumn winds that snuck in through your destroyed door stood little chance against the personal furnace you held close.

Shamelessly, you started to melt into his arms.

It had felt so, so nice.

#halloween #slashers #michael myers x reader #michael myers #smut #fanfic

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blanchimont · 4 years ago

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sober up

characters: jeon wonwoo x female reader

genre: college au, slight angst

warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing

word count: 5.5k

summary: as much as you want to deny that what you feel for wonwoo is just a stupid little crush, your heart breaks and you have the strong urge to cry nonetheless whenever you think of him.

note: i wrote this the entire day while paying barely any attention to my online classes lmao pls enjoy <3

“So what are your thoughts about Wonwoo?” Mingyu offhandedly asks you as the both of you ate breakfast before heading for your 9AM class. He doesn’t miss the way you whirl the spoon inside your coffee mug a bit stronger than you’d like, causing some of the liquid to drip out onto the tabletop. He doesn’t say anything about it and just waits for you to answer.

“Thoughts as in...what do you mean?” You ask in response, briefly glancing at the man in front of you before looking away to drink your coffee that was still a little bit too hot. You frown behind the mug and you aren’t so sure if it’s because you almost burned your mouth or it’s because of the intention behind your best friend’s question.

“You know what I mean,” Mingyu sighs.

No, I don’t know what you mean. You think to yourself, but you don’t want to say that out loud especially with how intimidating Mingyu looks like right now. You feel like you’re being interrogated for a crime you don’t know you committed—okay, but maybe you did do something for him to stare at you like that.

The thing is, you pride in yourself for always being a responsible drinker. Whenever your friends would invite you to join them have dinner and drink to end the stressful week in college, you often end up being one of the most sober-looking people among your peers by the end of the night. One bottle of alcohol is enough for you to feel buzzed, and sometimes you don’t even get to finish the entire bottle. Because of that, you sort of feel proud that you’ve never done anything foolish yet while intoxicated, unlike your friends who had you doubling over in laughter, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes because of how stupid and scandalous they can get when they’ve had too much alcohol in their system.

It just so happens—and you swear you have no idea why—that you decided to drink more than you could last weekend while out with Mingyu and the rest of his friend group who adopted you, and suddenly you had more friends than you ever anticipated.

It’s not that you did something so scandalous, but you do feel embarrassed because it was so...out of character for you to do it. You really wanted to blame Soonyoung for asking you that question, but you also blame yourself for losing the filter in your mouth that you ended up answering him way too honestly for your liking.

“—Okay, okay that’s enough Seokmin. How about you,” Soonyoung calls your attention and you wince at how you immediately felt your world spinning when you turned to your left to look at him. The boy laughs at your dazed state before continuing, “What do you think of our Wonwoo over here?”

You stare at the said boy who half-absentmindedly drank the entire can of beer in one go. You think he’s acting like he didn’t hear Soonyoung ask the question but you’re aware that he’s also waiting for you to say something.

And even before you could stop yourself to organize the thoughts inside your head because holy shit—he looks a hundred times more attractive tonight and you aren’t sure anymore if your head is spinning because of the alcohol or because of the way Wonwoo just looks so insanely beautiful—the answer you give Soonyoung leaves everyone on the table looking at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“He’s insanely attractive. I think I have a crush on him, actually.” You’re drunk as fuck but you’re also hyperaware that Wonwoo’s staring at you. So you chug down the remaining alcohol left in your bottle. You wanted to dig your own grave right then and there.

You grimace when you see Mingyu leaning closer to get your attention back. He raises his eyebrows at you and you wish you just really ended up blacking out that night so you could use the I-don’t-remember-what-happened card on him.

“I think Wonwoo’s a really nice and thoughtful friend, even if there’s this weird...mysterious aura to him. He listens well to the people around him,” you finally answer your friend. Suddenly you want the time to go faster so Mingyu could no longer interrogate you and you can finally head to your creative nonfiction class.

Mingyu stops acting like you committed a crime and continues eating the pasta in front of him. “I’m sure you know you said a different answer last Saturday.”

“Look,” you drop the fork on your plate and sigh. “I was drunk, okay? Had way too much alcohol than I anticipated. I didn’t—”

“You didn’t mean it?” Mingyu squints his eyes at you.

“Why are you making such a big deal out of this? Is it wrong to say I have a crush on one of your close friends? Am I breaking a best friend code between us that I didn’t know about?”

You sound defensive and you hate how high your voice got the more you bombarded Mingyu with questions. He was really good at riling you up so early in the morning.

“It’s not that,” your friend shakes his head and finishes up his food. You still haven’t consumed even half of yours. “I actually approve of the two of you, just so you know.”

“What the fuck, Mingyu. It’s just a stupid crush.”

“Yeah it sure is.” You really hate how he’s narrowing his eyes at you right now. “Then why are you avoiding each other? It’s been four days and it’s fucking annoying already.”

“I’m not avoiding him. Midterms just ended and finals are around the corner sooner than you’d like. We’re all busy. And I don’t want to bring up to him what I said. That was so out of character for me to do.”

“Okay, but it’s driving me insane that the both of you have been acting strangely since then.” Mingyu rubs his hands over his face.

You pause. “What do you mean Wonwoo’s been acting strange?”

“Since that Saturday night I’ve been trying to bring you up in our conversations just to get a reaction out of him.” You roll your eyes, what an idiot. “I know you guys didn’t talk about what happened afterwards. Either he flinches or makes this weird face or flees the moment I mention you.”

“Mingyu you’re a fucking idiot.”

“You are too. I am aware that you hate talking about your feelings and I would be proud of you for saying that last Saturday because that was such a huge step in getting out of your comfort zone but you were stupidly drunk and the both of you acted like nothing happened.”

Mingyu’s right and this very fact pisses you off. You were never good at verbally expressing your true, honest, and raw feelings towards anyone. It physically and mentally pains you to do so. Sometimes you want to blame your upbringing, how showing any signs of emotions ranging from affection to sadness to anger seemed very taboo within your family. It left you unable to sort your own feelings out as you grew up, so now you ended up being too quiet, dishonest, and afraid of being vulnerable in front of anyone. But you don’t really want to blame anything or anyone else because for fuck’s sake, you’re already in your twenties and it’s about time that you should be more responsible. Yet you’re aware that you’re acting childish around Mingyu because he’s confronting you about something you didn’t want to deal with ever.

“But Gyu,” you take a deep breath, suddenly feeling anger bubbling inside of you. You don’t even know why. “It’s just a stupid crush. It’s not a big deal.”

There you are again, downplaying and being in denial of your own feelings. You know it’s not just a stupid crush. You’ve been head over heels for Wonwoo since Mingyu introduced you to his friend group. You’ve been head over heels for him ever since he sat beside you in silence to keep you company while the rest of the boys went crazy in front of the karaoke, unintentionally leaving you out because they were having so much fun and it’s not their fault and it’s okay because Wonwoo’s beside you. He’s been occupying your thoughts ever since he showed you the brightest smile you’ve seen from him when he spotted you sitting alone at the second row of the lecture hall, taking the seat next to you so you wouldn’t feel too lonely when no one else wanted to sit near the front. You felt so embarrassed after noticing that Wonwoo had to make himself feel smaller in his chair so he wouldn’t block anyone behind him while the professor droned on and on about art history. He really didn’t have to keep you company at the expense of sitting comfortably in class. You couldn’t stop thinking of him ever since he let you borrow some of his books, and you didn’t even ask him to do it but you figured he did it anyway because you said you needed inspiration for your creative writing class. And you wanted to cry because you think you’re in love with the way his mind works after realizing that the books he lent you were really good. You like him so much and you feel insane for feeling this way because it’s only been a few months since you’ve known him and the two of you don’t really talk as often as you wished you would so you can get to know him better, but that doesn’t stop you from catching these unnecessary feelings for him—

“But would you date him if you had the opportunity?” Mingyu interrupts your train of thought.

Alright, that’s enough. You stand up and fix the things inside your bag, preparing to leave and head for your class. “I would but I don’t really want to date right now, not ever. You know I told you that already.”

“You wouldn’t even give him a chance?” Mingyu pouts and mirrors your actions as he realizes that the conversation really isn’t heading where he wanted it to.

“I just casually confessed that I have a crush on him. Stop making a big deal out of it. That’s all I did that night, alright?”

You don’t miss the way Mingyu stares at you for a moment before he nods and leads the two of you out of the cafe. You swallow the lump in your throat because you have this ugly, terrifying feeling that Mingyu knows something you don’t, that there’s more to just you drunkenly saying you liked Wonwoo.

And now you’re starting to doubt if you really remembered how things played out that night.

You bump into Wonwoo sooner than you wanted to. And you feel stupid because your first instinct upon seeing him walking down the hallway towards your direction was to turn the other way around and take the other flight of stairs, even if it meant consuming more travel time to head to your next class that was starting in ten minutes.

You almost let out a sigh of relief because you successfully avoided confronting Wonwoo—or so you think. You jump when you feel warm fingers wrap around your wrist and you nearly bump into the chest of the man you wanted to run away from when you turn around.

“Hi, sorry about that,” you mumble as you take a step backwards to give him more space. He was wearing a plain oversized gray shirt, black jeans, and a worn out beanie. If this was any other guy on campus, you would’ve rolled your eyes at how he lacks good fashion sense and how he dresses so similarly like all the other college boys (except Minghao, god bless that man). But this is Wonwoo and you have this urge to cry because he looks ridiculously good in whatever type of clothing he wears, and it’s not fair—

“It’s fine. Are you heading towards your next class?”

You are about to answer him but the classroom next to where the two of you are standing just got dismissed, so there is a surge of students leaving and occupying the already cramped hallway. You almost lose your mind when you feel Wonwoo’s hand on your arm, pulling you close to him after a huge guy bumped into you and left without an apology.

Wonwoo stares at you like he wants to say something else, but before he could, you stop him because you aren’t sure if you’re ready for that. “Yeah, it starts real soon, actually. I should leave.”

You don’t even realize that his hand is still resting on your arm until he dropped it and put some distance between the two of you. “Right. I shouldn’t keep you waiting.”

But Wonwoo does nothing but just stands in front of you. You have half the mind to apologize for what you said last Saturday night, then you realize that what will probably come out next from your mouth is to tell him to forget about it. But you honestly, honestly do not want him to forget about what you said. Yet you aren’t also prepared to face the repercussion of your actions. So you nod your head and think that it’s best to act like nothing happened.

“I’ll...see you around then.”

You think you see Wonwoo’s smile falter slightly, but when you blink he’s already grinning at you. “Okay, bye.”

You turn around and your legs feel like jelly as you walk down the stairs. You have the urge to stop halfway just to cry and you don’t even know why you want to. But you’re running late for your class, so you pick up your pace so no one would steal your seat in the front row.

Maybe you aren’t sure whether it was worse pretending like nothing happened than just explicitly telling Wonwoo to forget that you ever confessed that you have a huge crush on him.

You refused to see Wonwoo around after that encounter.

Mingyu invited you to hang out with the boys at Vernon’s place, yet even before he could spill all the details about who’s coming and who’s not, you reject his offer, making an excuse that you still have a case report to finish even though you’ve already submitted that two days ago.

“You’re not avoiding Wonwoo hyung, are you?” He stares at you as he leans against the door frame of your bedroom. He is dressed so nicely and you want to compliment him but he’s beginning to piss you off again.

“Mingyu.” You whirl around in your desk chair and stare at him.

Despite your threatening tone, he pushes himself off the doorframe and sits on your bed. “You’re really annoying whenever you start crushing on someone, you know?”

You don’t say anything and turn around to put your attention back on your laptop. But the next words that escape Mingyu’s lips leave you frozen in your seat.

“I’m actually starting to think what you feel for hyung is more than just a crush. Like, you seriously like him.”

Since when the fuck was Mingyu this perceptive of your feelings? You feel nervous at your discovery, because perceptive Mingyu means he is going to probe into things you usually keep stashed away from your consciousness. He’s known you for so long that he knows that you have troubles when it comes to dating. It’s not because you’ve had extremely bad experiences before—it’s actually the opposite of it. You’ve never been into any romantic relationship because you believe no one’s ever shown interest in you. You let people’s comments about how cold, intimidating, and unapproachable you are get into your head that you are convinced that no one will like you for who you are. You used to be afraid and insecure that you’ll end up alone, but you’re older and busier now and you’ve come to accept that maybe dating and finding someone who loves you in that way won’t ever be meant for you.

You ignore Mingyu and try your best to focus on reading your lecture notes. You can hear rustling on your bed and you figure that your friend lied down. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I think the two of you look good together.”

Your hands itch and you want to throw your pen at Mingyu, but it’s childish to lash out at him. You roll your eyes instead. “I am starting to think you’re the one who likes Wonwoo, especially with the way you keep bringing him up in our conversation.”

“Why can’t you just be brave for once and acknowledge your feelings? Stop pushing them away. You’ll only end up hurting yourself.” You’re shocked at how fast Mingyu moved from your bed to your desk. He’s so much taller than you and he looks intimidating again with how he towers over you while you timidly sit on your chair.

“Can we please not talk about this? I don’t want you or me to be in a bad mood. You’re hanging out with the boys soon.”

“Alright, just answer this one last question before I go.”

You gulp and nod your head because you don’t have any choice left but to concede.

“Why did you and Wonwoo hyung kiss that night and then act like nothing happened when it’s obviously bothering the both of you? I know you’re not the type to act so recklessly and kiss any random people because romantic relationships are uncharted territory for you but Wonwoo hyung is no stranger so why—”

“Wait, what?” You feel your head spinning and there’s this heavy weight pressing on your chest that goes all the way down to your stomach. You want to throw up.

“What?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You think you give Mingyu the shock of his life with how high the pitch of your voice got. But you belatedly realize that it is probably because of how angry and confused you look like right now.

It is Mingyu’s turn to roll his eyes at you. “Don’t use the ‘I-don’t-remember-what-happened’ card on me—”

“No what the fuck seriously, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” There are tears in your eyes and Mingyu gets startled but stays frozen in his spot. You feel so ashamed that whenever you think of Wonwoo you have this urgent need to just break down and cry. Maybe it’s your hormones—you tend to get extremely emotional when you’re nearing your period—or maybe everything about Wonwoo simply makes you sob.

And then it dawns on you how stupid you were when you got drunk that night. Not only did you casually drop the “I have a crush on you bomb” on Wonwoo but you also kissed him? Kissing someone while drunk is totally out of character for you and you want to slam your head against the wall because you seem to never make any good decision when it involves Wonwoo.

Your mind is reeling. You begin thinking that Wonwoo hated the confession and the kiss that’s why he never touched on the topic afterwards. Or maybe he wanted to ask you about it when you bumped into each other a few days ago but he sensed that you wanted to run away. Either way, none of you are handling the situation properly (how the fuck are you supposed to handle it anyway?) and you’re afraid that if you don’t do anything about it soon, things are going to get awkward between you two and if not, you’re going to have to live the rest of your life regretting not saying anything and watch Wonwoo move on with his life as if that incident never happened at all. After all, it’s easy to brush it off and say it was a drunken mistake.

The heavy weight on your chest is pressing on you again. Mingyu’s right, you’re always afraid of confronting your own feelings. The moment you realize that you’re catching feelings for someone, you run away even before you can figure out if the person feels the same way or not. So you end up alone, always standing at the side as you watch your friends get into relationships and look so happy. You always walk silently behind one of your friends and their significant other, not wanting to disturb them. You learn to look away without feeling bitter when couples around you share a quick hug or kiss. You get used to sharing a car ride with your friends and their partners, sitting alone in the backseat in the dark as you laugh along with their ridiculous jokes.

You’re used to being alone while your friends find people who love them unconditionally. You’re happy for them each time it happens—you really are—but sometimes there’s this ugly lump in your throat that forms once your mind starts imagining what it feels like to be in their shoes. And then the dread settles when reality catches on to you and tells you that you won’t ever experience that.

The first time you bare your heart out even just slightly happens with Wonwoo. You’re upset that you’re drunk when it happened, but you’re also relieved because you aren’t sure if you want to know what else went down that night, if you said more to him, and if he said anything at all.

It takes you a while before you realize that Mingyu’s wiping away the tears that spilled from your eyes. He’s wrapping his arms at you so tightly and it’s so warm and you want to cry even more when he starts apologizing profusely for being so pushy about the topic.

The next time you’re invited to hang out with the boys, you don’t have the heart in you to reject the offer again because it’s Soonyoung’s birthday. And although you want to blame the boy for asking that question which started all of this emotional mess inside of you, you have a soft spot for him and you’d hate to see him get sulky around you when you turn him down.

Since the night Mingyu revealed that you and Wonwoo apparently kissed, you’ve only seen the latter twice. The first time was in a coffee shop. You had a thirty-minute break before your next class starts and you were really hungry and sleep-deprived, so you stand in line as you stare at the menu with hazy eyes. As you tap your foot while you glare at the back of the head of the person in front of you, your eyes accidentally look at the source of noise on your right. There, you see Wonwoo sitting on a table with five other people you don’t know, except for Junhui. You feel your eyes twitch when you realize that a girl was sitting so comfortably close next to Wonwoo and you want to look away but the boy is already looking up at locking eyes with you. You almost pretend you don’t see him—that’s what you always do when you walk past people you know because you don’t have an idea whether you should greet them or not—yet Wonwoo flashes you a small smile before paying attention again to what their group was discussing.

This heavy feeling in your chest comes back and you’re afraid that the distance between the two of you grows wider sooner than you want to.

And your fear is further reinforced the second time you see him that same week.

It’s not like Wonwoo always sits beside you in your art history class to keep you company inside the large lecture hall. It probably happened only five times because on most meetings, either Wonwoo comes later than you and there is already someone else sitting next to you, or you spot him sitting at the back of the room and you refuse to go all the way to his row because you prefer being closer to the front. Yet what hurts this time around is you arrive earlier than Wonwoo and you’re sitting alone in your row again but when he arrives, his eyes don't even search the lecture hall for you like he used to, and instead he walks up straight to the back of the room. No one sits next to you for the whole period and even though it usually didn’t bother you, you left the class feeling like shit because someone always used to make you feel less lonely.

So far, Soonyoung’s birthday celebration is going well. You and Wonwoo shared polite smiles but for most of the night, you mingled with completely separate people. Mingyu no longer gives you knowing glances because he still feels guilty about making you cry, but you brush off his very cautious attitude around you and just choose to stick by his side the whole night.

You don’t know where things went wrong but as the night deepened, you suddenly found yourself sitting on one of the benches in the backyard alone with Wonwoo. And you’re drunk, again.

You’re stupidly laughing at Soonyoung who looks like he is on the verge of crying as he defended himself in a game of mafia. You are the first one to get killed because the first round is boring and they randomly decided to gang up on you, so you leave the circle and head back to the kitchen to get more soju to drink. When you come back, Wonwoo is already eliminated and he’s sitting on the bench you mentally reserved for you to occupy alone.

You’re too exhausted to avoid him so you sit on the bench either way. “I called dibs on this bench first.”

Wonwoo pushes up his eyeglasses. “Your name isn’t written here.”

You snort and drink from the bottle. You don’t say anything else and just watch the rest of your friends accuse and betray one another. You think that Wonwoo does the same and you turn to him to check his reaction when Mingyu sets himself up to get killed by the rest but your heart drops when you realize that the boy is already staring at you. “What?”

“Did you mean it last time?”

And there it was again—the urge to run away. The beating of your heart against your chest drowns the loud yelling of the boys and you can only focus on Wonwoo’s unreadable face. He’s really beautiful and it’s upsetting.

You tear your eyes from him to look up at the clear night sky. You wonder if you should just bite the bullet and be honest with your feelings this time. You’re shitscared you’re going to fuck this up so you down some more soju before replying. Your voice suddenly sounds so small. “It’s just a crush. Sorry if I’m making you feel uncomfortable about it.”

It was silent for a while and you brace yourself for the worst, for the part where Wonwoo admits he did feel uncomfortable and says that it’s better that they just forget about it. You prepare to take a deep breath to prevent tears from forming as you absentmindedly listen to Wonwoo turn you down. But it doesn’t happen.

“Do you tend to kiss people you crush on?” Wonwoo’s eyes are still on you and you really want to hide now.

“I’m sorry about that,” you mutter quickly. Your grip on the bottle tightens because you can feel that you’re trembling. “I don’t have a clear memory of that happening but nonetheless I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Wonwoo scoots closer to you and you want to put some distance but the armrest stops you from doing so. He is sitting too close to you and you hate how it feels like your senses have been dialed up to eleven. Even without looking, you can feel his intense gaze on you, his warmth lightly touching you, his breath fanning your face, everything. “But did you mean it?”

You let out a shaky breath. Mingyu’s voice saying you’ll get hurt if you keep pushing your feelings away rings loudly in your ears. You’re already in your twenties and you should be more mature in talking your feelings out but you’re just so so afraid of everything. Wonwoo’s just asking you a question but it feels like you’re going to be executed if you say the wrong answer. Never in your life have you ever been honest with your feelings towards anyone. You have yet to face rejection because you would never say anything, but you know you won’t like the taste of it.

You stare at Wonwoo and you realize once again that you never make good decisions whenever it involves him. To hell with it.

“Yes.”

For a fleeting moment you’re afraid Wonwoo didn’t hear you because your voice was barely above a whisper, but what happens next makes you drop your soju bottle on the grass.

Wonwoo’s lips are on yours and the way you’re holding on to his jacket for dear life brings you back to a distant yet familiar memory, one where you’re clinging on to Wonwoo’s shoulders as he cups your face in his hands and kisses you breathless. You can faintly remember that Saturday night, how you and Wonwoo separated from the group after your drunken confession. If you try harder maybe you’d remember what words were exchanged between the two of you before you tiptoed and placed your lips on his, but the way Wonwoo’s gently biting on your lower lip right now while caressing your sides makes your brain swim inside your skull. You decide not to think anymore and relax yourself against him, kissing him back with the same fervor. You decide to ignore the howling noises your friends are making while Wonwoo kisses you harder as if he hasn’t already been doing that. You decide to focus on his lips on yours and his arms wrapped tightly around you, because that’s all that matters.

You still think you’re dreaming because after that kiss, you and Wonwoo don’t exchange that much words except you finally having the courage to tell him how much he makes you feel happy and less lonely, how much you want to know him better, and how much you don’t want him to be so far from you. You remember Wonwoo reciprocating, saying that he’s been interested in you ever since Mingyu introduced you to the boys. You look shocked when he says that, and he pouts when he realizes that aside from the kiss that Saturday night, you also don’t remember him confessing to you. And then you feel like shit for handling this mess improperly, so you kiss him again as a form of apology. Wonwoo kisses you back to tell you that it’s fine.

A large pillow hitting the side of your head snaps you out of your thoughts and you turn to glare at Mingyu who is leaning against your doorframe. “Was that necessary?”

Your friend rolls his eyes at you and enters your room to pick the pillow up from the floor. “Yes, because you look stupid smiling alone.”

You snatch the pillow from his hands and smack him upside the head. “You’re annoying.”

“Thanks, you’re such a lovely friend. After everything I’ve done for you,” Mingyu pouts. You pay no attention to his annoying face so he turns to leave but stops when the doorbell rings. You freeze and look up at your friend.

“Oh yeah, I invited your boyfriend over.”

“Without telling me?!” You hastily stand up from your chair to put on a hoodie and fix your hair, cursing Mingyu in the process for acting like he also lives in your apartment, inviting people over whenever he wants to.

“I said I was going back home over the weekend and I thought you would be lonely in your apartment without me bothering you, so I invited Wonwoo to keep you entertained.” There’s a smirk on his face and you push him out of your room until you reach the main door of your place.

“You’re fucking annoying,” you pinch Mingyu’s side and he yelps as you open the door to kick him out. You don’t feel sorry when he bumps into Wonwoo in the process.

“You’re so ungrateful!” Mingyu fixes his shirt and pats Wonwoo on the back. “Take care of her hyung. I’ll see you both around!”

When your best friend finally disappears down the hall, you let Wonwoo into your place. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he echoes.

You smile up at him as you grab his hand. You’re convinced you’re still dreaming, but when Wonwoo brings your hand to his lips to place featherlight kisses on your knuckles, you wake up and then the heavy weight on your chest disappears. Reality catches on to you and tells you that everything will be alright, because Wonwoo’s here.

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just watched grian’s new video and. the hermits are actually fucking insane wtf. i am in awe. holy fucking shit.

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jack manifold. up until recently i was afraid of him bc he looks like that dodgy guy on the street that would make me cross to the other side of the road if he came towards me (aka, the northern chav), but after his latest vlog i am no longer afraid. mans has no arms and no strength. i also have very little arms and very little strength, but i still think i could take him. come at me manifold.

georgenotfound. i am not convinced that this man has any bones at all and therefore once i get him on the ground and move away he could not fight back. i win automatically.

tommyinnit. he may have height, but what he doesn’t have is any pain tolerance so one punch and he’d be on the floor. also i am female presenting and he would never hit a woman, therefore i win automatically.

mycts i could NOT beat in a fight:

wilbur soot. mans is strong. and also tall. and lowkey gives off tory vibes so i would already be afraid of him. i love you wilbur but pls stay away from me.

tubbo underscore. he is a gremlin child. he would rip my eyes out. also would probably bring knives to a fist fight. i don’t do well with knives.

ranboo beloved. yes, i also do not believe that he has bones, but what he does have is a lot of height, and i am very small. also he’s probably possessed. i’m not sure i want to go near him.

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Broken || JotaroXReader Part 1

(Warnings-Angst and Domestic Abuse)

“Oh, smells good, Ms. Kujo!” You exclaimed as you peeked into the kitchen, watching as Holy cooked her famous Wafu pasta. She had just begun frying the shrimp and boiling the noodles. You sniffed the air dramatically, letting out a happy sigh. Holy turned to you. Raising her spatula.

“Thank you, my dear! Now go tell the others that it’ll be ready in 15 minutes.” She told you before continuing to stir the noodles, “OH and try to get Jotaro to come out of his room?” She spoke again. You nodded, not having seen him all day, you were happy to do so.

You made your way outside, heading for the tearoom. The guys were usually in there, as small of a place as it was, they managed to fit. The sliding door was cracked when you arrived, you could hear their laughter from outside. You slid the door open to see Joseph, Avdol, Polnareff, and Kakyoin crowded together, sipping at their tiny cups. It was hilarious watching such large men drinking from dainty little things like that.

“Hey fellas, dinner will be ready in 15, alright?” They all looked up at you with tears in their eyes, they were obviously having a pretty good time. Your smile was gentle as you awaited a response.

“Expect us to be there right on time.” Joseph proclaimed, setting his cup down. “Me as well.” Avdol replied. Next came Polnareff,” And I, mon ami.” His smile was the brightest, “And you know what my answer is.” Kakyoin sipped from his cup, eyes closed.

“Well, I’ll see you boys then. I’m going to tell Jotaro now.” Their smiles fell then, and you knew why, but you shut the door and walked away before it could get awkward. Your footsteps were silent on the boardwalk given your socks, when you came upon Jotaro’s room, you were hesitant to knock, but you did so,

“Jotaro? Are you in there?” You didn’t hear a response, so you slid the door open yourself, it was rather dark in the room. “Jotaro?” You found him cross legged on the floor, looking down at his hands. Your expression fell. He wasn’t doing well. Egypt nearly broke him…and you understood why. It was a scary and violent journey.

You approached him then, resting your hand on his shoulder. He pulled away from you quickly, not having noticed you, “What is it?” He spoke gruffly, “Dinner’s in 15, wafu pasta…will you come?” You asked hopefully, kneeling down next to him. He side eyed you for a moment before returning his gaze to his hands.

“No.” He replied. His voice was stiff. You frowned, “You’ve got to be hungry, when was the last time you ate?” You asked him but got no reply. He then stood up, moving over to his collection of books.

“Here, let me turn a light on.” You went to the corner of the room and flipped a switch, turning the lights on, “There.” You smiled and turned to him, still nothing.

“Jotaro, please.” You begged gently, wanting him to say something,

“What? Please what?” He slammed his hand against the wall. It made you jump, and your heart began to race. His voice was loud and angry, “I thought I told you to leave me alone.” He gripped the sides of his bookshelf. You held your own arms.

“I just…I just wanna help you. I want you to be okay…” You were interrupted by the crash of the bookcase as it fell to the floor. You refused to move.

“Help me? Like you helped back in Egypt?” He finally turned to you, glaring, “You can’t do anything for me. You couldn’t then and can’t now.” His voice got louder

Then, over in the tearoom, the others were silent, looking down at the floor. It hurt them to hear him yell at you. They felt it was never their place to intervene though. Jotaro was Jotaro and that was it. There was nothing they could do.

But then Kakyoin spoke up, “We need to do something, this isn’t right.” His voice was pained. Avdol looked up at the other, “And what do you suppose we do?” Kakyoin wasn’t sure how to answer that.

“I-…” You felt like you were going to crumble. You hated this so much. One moment he could be so loving, the other, he could be cruel. Today was one of his days, but you knew tomorrow would come, so you had to push through it.

You began to walk up to him, reaching for his upper back, “I’m sorry, I never meant to be so useless…to get in the way…” Your hand then touched his back. He whipped around and grabbed your wrist. You looked at him with wide eyes. You were nervous.

“I’m sorry…” You tried to pull your hand away, but he wouldn’t let go. His green eyes burned through you, “Pl-Please let go.” You began to shake a bit. Jotaro had never hurt you before. You could never imagine him doing so.

When the two of you met in Egypt, it wasn’t love at first sight, but there was an obvious attraction. You were both fairly tough and took zero shit from anyone. Your demeanors were similar and so were your mannerisms. The thing was, he could never guess what you were going to do next, what you would say, the choices you would make. You always had him guessing. He’s never met a woman like you before. The ones he knew were all exactly the same. But not you, he had to chase after you. And boy was it some chase.

You just wish it was the same back in Japan, it had been 3 months, but after almost losing his grandfather and his friends, he was different. You still loved him, that wouldn’t change, but you hoped things would get better, for his own sake.

He let go of your hand finally and you quickly pulled it to your chest. It was sore, “You should…work on getting better…” You gulped” I hate seeing you like th-“ Before you knew it you felt painful pressure on your face. It stung. You cried out and fell to the floor.

He had hit you. He really did it. What you had feared the most. You put your hand to your cheek, tears streaming down your face. You licked your bottom lip, tasting blood.

You looked up at him. His eyes were wide, bewildered. He couldn’t belie what he had just done.

(I know I cranked this out a little fast but I really liked writing it, I HOPE IT’S OKAY <3)

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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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I’m here for you

13 Reasons Why

Clay Jensen x female! reader

Warning: did not re-read, sexual assault, mentions of suicide, takings of sexual assault, cursing

Specifics: angst, romance, one-shot, race neutral reader

People: clay jensen, bryce walkers, jessica davis, parents

Words: 1,398

Requested: By anon can you do an imagine where you go to clay after you’re sexually assaulted and he comforts you and everything? it happened to me somewhat recently and idk i just need like comfort. it’s okay if you don’t wanna write it.

Authors Note: now this has a lot of stuff in it so if you cannot read this i totally understand so i put all the writing under the cut so you would have to see anything if you didnt want to. i am so sorry anon that you again had to go through something like this. its not easy and is so terrible and heartbreaking, my heart is with you in these tough times. if you need to maybe read this with somebody near by you, maybe a friend or adult if these trigger you. If you need to as well talk to someone pls do, call the hotline and talk with a trusted person. if yall dont have that you guys can whenever talk to me about whatever i am here for you 24/7 no matter what.

He touched you. You didn’t want it. It wasn’t love and it wasn’t normal. He didn’t listen to your cries; your screams; your protests. He didn’t leave you alone or move. He knew you didn’t want it, him, but yet he chose to keep touching you.

You crouched by Bryce’s closet; sobbing into your hands. Your mascara dripping down your face and landing on your carpet. Your lips quivered as you replayed what happened moments before.

You had gone to Bryce’s house to finish a project you had with him. You didn’t really know him so you were not worried. As you entered into his house you then started to have an unsettling feeling. He was alone and it was just you and him.

“It okay y/n. I’ll take good care of you,” he would say to you. Feeding your expectations of him and lying to you. “This is normal. I know you want this.” He whispered into your ear as you tried to push him off. He was greedy and selfish not caring about you. Now you understood why Hannah killed herself.

After Bryce took advantage of you he pushed you off like a piece of trash. Like you were an object instead of a person; a woman. Thoughts raced into your mind as you thought of the way his hands pinched and hurt your skin; leaving bruises littered all over your body.

It was hard to stand up. You were shaking. You looked beyond the doorway and noticed he had left somewhere else. With everything that you had you sprinted to his window. Unlocking the hinges made a noise and you heard Bryce yell.

“Hey what the f*ck are you doing?” He screamed as you heard his footsteps near you.

With everything that you had you unlocked the window and opened it; jumping out. You ran down the street away from the monster.

Bryce saw you leave. His eyes squinting as he licked his lips. Proud and satisfied with what he did to you. Drinking the last bit of alcohol he had in his cup. He had to make sure you didn’t say a word; that you kept your mouth shut.

You ran like he was still behind you; never looking back until you reached home. Your parents were out of town for the week so you truly did feel alone. You locked your doors and fell into your bed; crying. You sobbed into your pillow. You felt the innocence drain out of you. Your trust in people disappear.

“Why me?” You groaned as you felt sick to your stomach. The moments, the feeling, the words, smell, taste, everything never leaving you. It was as if it was engraved in your mind. You wish you could forget it; leave it. Dig it up somewhere far away. You remembered every second of it.

You wanted to call Clay; your best friend but you were afraid as to what he would say. Afraid he would want to start a fight with Bryce. Maybe even afraid he wouldn’t believe you. You stared longingly at his number on your phone; wishing he was here with you.

“Clay you haven’t seen y/n, right?” Jessica asked, lifting a piece of paper to show him that they have a science project to do together. “I haven’t seen her in like forever.”

Clay licked his lips. Trying to remember the last time he did see you. Its been a while. You hadn’t gone to school in about 3 days already and Clay was worried about you. “Yeah, you’re right. I haven’t seen y/n at all actually. Maybe she went with her parents.”

“Well I just wonder because we we’re supposed to go over this yesterday.”

“Maybe she��s not feeling good. I’ll pass by her house today.”

After school Clay got on his bike and rode off quickly to your house. A part of him felt at ease and another felt worried. What if something happened to you? He would not be able to live with himself knowing two of the most important people in his life had something bad happened to them. Hannah and now you.

“Y/n!” Clay said as he motioned over to your door. He rang the doorbell and waited. His feet tapping gently against the cement floor. “Y/n open up please!”

He looked at his phone and noticed you never texted back all those texts he sent you. Concerned, he started knocking then knocking turned into pounding. “Y/n I said open the God d*amn door please!” Clay walked back and was about to run into the door but you opened it just in time.

“Clay! What the f*ck?” You asked, surprised. You were wrapped up in your pajamas. Your face all gloomy looking and not kept up with. You looked like you hadn’t seen the sun in ages as your eyes squinted at the light. You looked like a mess. “What do you want?”

Clay thought it was odd that she was acting fine when he knew something was up. “I just, you didn’t come to school today or the other days and I just wanted to check up on you.”

“Well you did and I’m fine.” You tried closing the door but Clay stopped you, putting his hand out.

“Y/n, whats really going on?”

You bit your nails as you looked down; trying not to cry. “I’m fine really. Now just leave me alone.”

“No, I’m not going to. Y/n you’re pretending. You’re pretending to be okay when you’re not. I know somethings up. You usually text me and you didn’t this time. You usually tell me everything and now you’re keeping sh*t away from me. What the f*ck is going on?”

“Its him okay!” You cried out, rubbing your forehead from the pain increasing there. “It was...him.”

“Who’s him?”

You looked left and right outside and brought Clay in by the sleeve. “Clay...Bryce...Bryce did stuff to me.”

Clay knitted his eyebrows and placed his hands on your arms. “What do you mean y/n? What did Bryce do?”

“He,” tears started to poor from your eyes. “He sexually assaulted me Clay. He did things to me that I didn’t want. I said no Clay. I said no.” You sobbed harder as Clay brought you to his chest. Your face pressed against his chest so you could hear his heart beat quicken.

Clay’s face reddened as he became so angry. All he wanted was to protect you and now you were hurt. “I am so sorry y/n.” He was so irate that he couldn’t search for the words at the moment to help soothe you. He just let you cry into his chest as he patted your back.

“Clay, he took that piece away from me. That piece of myself. I wanted to tell you this for a while but I like you Clay, a lot. You are a good guy, you’re kind and sweet and you’re always making sure I’m alright but now I can’t be with you. I’m wasted. I’m disgusting. I’ve been touched and I’m vile now. I’ve been spoiled. I’m a wasteful mess.” You fell onto your knees as you cried into your hands.

Clay was so shocked. He never knew you felt that way about him. He also got on his knees and brought you onto his lap, rocking you as he embraced you. “You’re none of those things. This is not your fault, this is Bryce’s. He will pay for what he has done I will make sure of that. As for you, you are more than enough. I don’t deserve you. You are strong to have gone through this. You are powerful. You will achieve and make it on top. I am here for you y/n. I will make sure no one ever touches you again. You mean so much to me y/n. You are perfect in every way. I love you for the woman you have become. You are incredible. Don’t let him take control of you. You did not deserve this but you do deserve happiness and love. If you want me I am here for you.” Clay kissed your knuckles as he soothed you on the floor, tears dripping from his eyes as well. “You mean so much to me and so much to others in your life. Just know that. I’m here for you y/n, I am here for you.”

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soopranatural · 7 years ago

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Hands off (Part 1/3)

This was written for ABO Appreciation Day, hosted by @kittenofdoomage

Summary: The reader is the boy’s new hunting partner and omega. A witch with a thirst for vengeance curses her and the boys are not able to be near her without causing her pain.

Pairing: alpha!Dean x omega!reader x alpha!Sam

Warnings: touch deprivation, implied smut, canon typical violence, nightmares, angstttt (If everything goes according to my evil plan)

Words: 1444

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(My first ever fic so pls go easy on me)

Your name: submit What is this?

You groaned softly and gingerly detangled yourself from the two giant men. As slowly and as quietly as you could you shimmied from between them and crawled like a particularly clumsy spider, right over Dean to get off the bed.

You were about to turn away when you caught Sam’s amused gaze, “shut up, I’ll be right back” you huffed, before running to the bathroom.

When you came back both of them were awake, Sam reading a book that he had left on the bedside table and Dean looking at something on his phone. But both of them looked up when you entered the room.

“Mornin’ sweetheart” Dean rumbled in his deep morning voice “sleep well?” You nodded and crawled back on the bed, right into his outstretched arms. Sam came closer and gingerly stoked one of the fresh bite marks on your neck, his feather light touch making you shiver and sigh.

Last night had been amazing. Both of them had taken such good care of you, they were careful not to hurt you and had made sure that you were comfortable with everything they did.

Most people would probably think it weird, two alphas living in the same space was rare enough, with you in the equation, well, most wouldn’t believe it possible for them to deal with the possessive nature of the other enough to share an omega. But the Winchesters weren’t most, you had never met any alphas that were as kind as they were, and somehow you had been lucky enough to score them both. Not before a lot of sexual tension and emotional turmoil, mostly on Dean’s part. An injury in your last hunt had finally snapped things into place though.

Sam pressing a kiss to the back of your neck jolted you out of the comfortable fuzziness you had drifted into. Something sharp pulled at your stomach and you suppressed a moan at the feeling of one of your mates touching the new bond. You felt him smile and Dean’s chest rumbled with a quiet laugh when his hand drifted to your neck and your eyes fluttered shut. “No fair” you whined softly, electricity thrumming through your veins “you guys are ganging up on me”

Sam nibbled on the mark and this time you couldn’t hold in a gasp. “I’ll go make breakfast” he said suddenly, and you shot him a disbelieving glance. “You should rest, omega, it was a tiring night for you” he made sure to wink at you before turning away and leaving, his boxer briefs doing absolutely nothing to hide the shape of his perfect ass.

“Perv” Dean smirked at you when he caught you ogling. “Not my fault he’s a fucking tease” you grumbled as he laughed and took you to the kitchen.

“We need to go on a supply run soon” Sam said as soon as you had finished eating your french toast. Dean took your plate and kissed the top of your head on his way to the sink “yeah, right after this salt ‘n’ burn, we’ll drop by the store on our way back”

“I can go” you interrupted “you’ll be a day at most, right? And I could do that while you’re gone, considering I can’t hunt until my wrist is healed” the boys looked at each other and shrugged. “Sounds good to me, sweetheart” you scrunched your nose up when Dean ruffled your hair. “Kay, call us if anything happens, alright Y/N?”

“Sure thing, Sammie-o, but I’ll be fine” you hugged them both goodbye and listened to the Impala’s rumble fade away until you couldn’t hear it anymore.

You were searching the aisle, looking for the specific brand of pasta that you all liked when a strange woman caught your eye. She was standing a few feet away from you, and she was wearing glasses that reflected the light of the store, so you couldn’t really tell, but it felt like she was staring at you. She was dressed in all black, and strange tattoos peeked from above her collar, her hair was a startling shade of white, although she looked young. She was definitely not shopping for pasta, and yet there she stood, unwavering.

Your first instinct was to grab your gun, but that was a stupid idea. Your next thought was to call one of the brothers, but that was a stupid idea as well. You were just being paranoid.

Turns out you weren’t though, as soon as you walked into the parking lot (empty, of fucking course) the lady cornered you and shoved you to the ground, your groceries fell too and you thought fleetingly about the pie in one of the bags and how you hoped it wasn’t squished.

The thought vanished when you looked up and the mysterious lady was gone.

You were about to get up when a hand appeared at your throat and applied pressure, just enough so that it wouldn’t be mistaken for anything but a threat. “You scream, or move, and all this will be over a lot quicker and a lot bloodier than we all want, omega” she spat. Too late to pull out your knife, then. Your heart was pounding and the world seemed to quiet.

“What do you want?” You asked, your voice surprisingly steady. “What do I want, she asks” the lady who was obviously a witch gave an airy and unamused laugh before tightening her grip on your throat. “You reek of omega, child, it took me only a moment to realize that you reek of Winchester as well. Imagine my surprise when I noticed not one, but two marks on your fragile little neck. It must be Christmas.” Her laugh sounded everything but sane.

“Those bastards took everything from me. They killed my sister, and now it is my turn to take something from them” you froze in terror, your heart pounding in your ears, and she noticed “oh, no no no. Shh, my darling girl, I am not going to kill you. I am going to do much worse. They will have you right in front of them, but they will never be able to have you completely, I will take you from them, again and again, and their suffering will be like my own.” She tightened her grip once more when you struggled and she muttered a spell under her breath while her nails dug into your skin.

You gasped and took in lungfuls of air when the pressure suddenly disappeared, along with the eerie quiet. You looked around quickly but the woman had disappeared as well.

You picked up your groceries and stuffed them into the trunk of your jeep, shutting the trunk with a sigh. Your neck hurt where she had nicked you, but otherwise you felt fine.

You sighed again and drove back to the bunker.

About half way there your head had suddenly begun to pound, you felt shaky and weak. Maybe you were getting sick, the weather was colder lately and this definitely felt like a fever.

Much worse than a fever then, after a few more minutes you had started to feel a little queasy, your head was spinning and you felt heavy and tired, you were still shaking and you decided to hurry in case you passed out.

You barely made it to the bunker, by now the pain had grown worse, you felt like you were about to die and your stomach was constantly roiling. You stumbled out of the jeep without bothering with the groceries and walked on shaky legs to the bunker.

You collapsed on the cold floor as soon as you were down the stairs and you gritted your teeth to suppress a scream at a sudden jolt of pain. You were sweating and panting and your world was spinning.

You pressed you forehead to the cold floor but it did nothing to stop the burning. You dug your phone out of your pocket with shaking hands and it slipped a couple of times in your unsteady grip.

“Sweetheart?” His voice sounded at the other end of the line and you wanted to cry from both pain and relief. “Dean…” You panted, and then promptly passed out.

Part 2

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jotarosfattits · 7 years ago

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2 4 9 11 Dazai and angry hat man pls

Here you go love! Sorry this has taken so long, I’m trying to create more and better content, so I will be working harder on the reqs that you all send in. Also, school as been a royal pain. _________________ Dazai Cooking: •It’s Dazai we’re talking about. The man tries with little to no effort and creates a beautiful breakfast/lunch/dinner. •When you wake up on Saturday mornings, the smell of pancakes floats into the bedroom. You’ll get out of bed to see Dazai flipping pancakes and cooking bacon. •As soon as you bite into the fluffy piece of food, you immediately make a face of awe from the delicious cake. •Depending on the night and how Dazai is feeling (tired or exuberant), Dazai will cook your favorite food for dinner. Mac N Cheese, broccoli, chicken pot pie, you name it. •Dazai most likely doesn’t have any wine with dinner like Chuuya would, if you wanted to have a drink, he would have prepared some saké.Driving: •Dazai.Cannot.Drive. •He would prefer it if people would drive over him. He’s suicidal, what’d you expect? (Sorry if that seems rude!!) General Physical Contact: •Depends on the relationship you have with Dazai. •If you’re dating, he’ll always brush his thumbs over your knuckles. •If you two are friends, then he will always hug you and give cheeky smiles. •(Dating) He’s the best at snuggling. Cuddles and kisses forever! Wardrobe: •(You didn’t really specify, so I came up with my own thing.) He has multiple versions of the same outfit he wears everyday. Every weekend, he’ll go to get his trench coat and vests dry cleaned. ____________________Angry Hat Man (Chuuya lol) Cooking: •Chuuya is a master at cooking. •Sometimes, depending on the meal, he'll pull out a bottle of some special wine to put into the food. •Can cook pasta, steak, anything fancy and elegant, he can make it. •Even though he may be a good cook, he'll still come home exhausted a lot of the time and won't cook at all; he'll get takeout. Driving: •Chuuya absolutely loves to get away for a weekend and just drive in the country side, or by the ocean. Anywhere that is beautiful in scenery and can help him relax from his often stressful job. •If you two are in a relationship, he loves to drive you to all your favorite places and visit candy shops, bookstores, etc. •Chuuya is good at driving. He works for the Port Mafia, so he has to be able to drive at high speeds and get to a destination in one piece. General Physical Contact: •Chuuya doesn't mind if your hands brush together for a few seconds. Your skin against his is a feeling he will never get tired of. •It also depends on the relationship you have with Chuuya. (Again, you didn't specify, so I had to improvise!) •In public, he doesn't mind having an arm wrapped around your shoulders. •For some reason, you and Chuuya are always touching. Whether it be your legs leaning against each other's, or just a simple hand hold. Wardrobe: •Chuuya does own a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt whenever he has to get his work clothes washed. •He only has one hat. It may seem like he has a private collection (no matter what Dazai says), but he is absolutely happy with the one hat. •Chuuya's closet is stocked full of just the same outfit for work. About four or five pairs, maybe.

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tellywoodtrash · 7 years ago

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staaaaaaaaarting from where we left off. anika’s and her bizarre balance issues. this is just getting embarrassing now. 😗😗😗

fwding. GIVE ME PROGRESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! 😐😐😐

her tinyyyyy nervous smile when shivaay pulls the chair for her and makes sure she’s seated before him! awww. her first date! 😊😊😊

lmaooooo her little eye roll, while picking on him in her mind! 😂😂😂

“chonchlebaazi hi nahi khatam hoti.” hahaha 🤣🤣🤣

hahahaha his returnnnnn eye rollll and he’s doing the saaaame thing! THESE TWO! 😆😆😆

thank god unlike arnav/khushi, these two have no telepathy. warna ek dusre ki mann ki baat padh kar hi jhagda shuru kar dete. 😬😬😬

lol she’s really here for the food, not the company. i swear, i love her so much. 😇😇😇

“LINGUINI???? WOH KYA HOTA HAI? SEEDHE SEEDHE MOTI SEVAIYAAN NAHI BOLA JAATA?!?!?”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 🤣🤣🤣🤣

RAITA? with pasta??????????????? WHY EVEN... ok *deep breaths, lets it go* 😣😣😣

i have issues with cuisines of foods mixing. or foods touching each other. i have a lot of picky eater waale issues when it comes to food, in general. 🤐🤐🤐

lmaooooooo. the accuracy with which he predicts she’ll drop the raita and maarofy her laaaame punchline. 😆😆😆

ok shivaay, stop being an asshole and let her eat however she’s comfortable. 😒😒😒

ok this is a veryyy contrived scene? just TELL her. ouff. har cheeeez mein romance ghusaane ki zaroorat nahi hai. 😑😑😑

ok but it still just... WORKS, coz of these two and their damn chemistry. it’s so tender the way he’s holding her chin. and that tinyyyyyyyyyyy smile! 😍😍😍

LMAO IMAGINATION THA. PAANIKA NE USKI ROMANTIC FANTASY KI DHAJJIYAAN UDA DI. 😂😂😂

but my god, billu is sooooo far gone, that he fantasizes about tiny things like these! omg come backkkk to him anikaaaa. he’s so in love with you! 😫😫😫😫😫😫

lol he knows about the “moti sevaiyaaan” thing. is this an argument they’ve had before??? 😙😙😙

hahahaha she’s doing it on purposeeeeeee to piss him offffff. 🤣🤣🤣

OMG. THESE TWO ACTUAL CHILDREN. THEY ARE IMPOSSIBLE. 🤦🏽🤦🏽🤦🏽

LMAO SHIPPER # 1 IN THE HOUSE. i bet he has a fan insta account, where he makes edits and vms of these two. he’s just the kind of person who would. 🙃🙃🙃

ohhhhhh boy. he’s doing ittttttt. 😣😣😣

ohhhhhhhhhhhh no. naagini isn’t haaaapppppppy. 😬😬😬

she has her matter of fact face/voice on. which is scaaaaaary. 😖😖😖

OH NO. TRUTH IS BEGINNING TO COME OUT. 😯😯😯

they’ve said linguini sooooooooo many times now that im getting hungryyyyyy. 😩😩😩

IDIOTS. FINALLY BATTI JALI. hahahahaha. 😆😆😆

oh hoooooooo. YOU TWO LOOKED HOTTTTTTTTTT. YOU WERE SUPP TO MAKEEEEE OUTTTTT AGAINST A FUCKING PILLAR! GET TO SECOND BASE AT LEAST. *exasperated sigh* 😣😣😣

lol omRu are getting an earful. 😂😂😂

ok rudra, not the time to reveal your creepy habitsssss. 😗😗😗

“jiske saamne chaand ho, aur woh chandini chod ke daag dekhta jaaye, usse zyaada badkismat, koi nahi hota.”

waaaaaaaah! kya baat kahi hai! 😍😍😍 *kisses omki on his beautiful poetry-spouting mouth*

OK DO NOT FUCKING BRING FUCKING BHAVYA INTO THIS. LORD. THE RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE I AM FEELING AT THE WAY THEY EQUATE HER TO ANIKA AND GAURI. 😡😡😡😡😡

he’s right tho. they wouldn’t forgive their wives if they did such a thing. 😗😗😗

time for plan b! 😊😊😊

lmaooooooooooo, ok? what even is their plan? why does gauri have to be in workout clothes for it? 🤔🤔🤔

hahaha rudra gently trying to coax the dupatta away! 😂😂😂

OHHH THIS IS GAURI’S PLAN NOT MISSION: SHIVIKA 😧😧😧

lmaoooo PERSPIRATION

but mannnnn, how sweet, gauri and rudra talk about things like these, and she asked him for help! ughhhhh, giveee me moreee of gauriiii with ShivRu! i need to see her two brother-in-laws being all “jaan haaazir hai” for sweet, adorable bulbul. 💖💖💖

LMAOOOOOOOO HER JUMPING JACKS WITH THE DUPATTAAAA 🤣🤣🤣

lolllllllllllll om’s 😐😐😐 faaaaaaaaaace.

oh godddddd i’m soooooo glad to seeeee happpy, laughyyyyy omki baaaack. *squishes his happy little face with allllll my loveeee* 😍😍😍

OMFGGGGGGG BOHUT CUTE HO TUM 😯😯😯😯

CUTEEEEEEEE TOH HAI. BUT HAAAAAYE. TUMHE BHI REALISE HUAAAA. RAB KA SHUKRAANA. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

ugh, this fucking anda. i really don’t care about her and her issues. 😒😒😒

OMG THESE TWO ARE SO FUCKING ANNOYING. 😤😤😤

FWDING. COZ SO NOT INTERESTED IN WHATEVER SHE’S UP TO.

... why are there two conveniently placed.... whatever those are on the headboard, to latch the handcuffs on to? is this the oberoi mansion’s version of that creepy sex dungeon that dude has in 50 shades of grey? 😟😟😟😟😟

LMFAO OH GOD I DON’T EVEN WANNA KNOW WHAT THESE TWO ARE GOING TO THINK OR SAY WHEN THEY DISCOVER HIM LIKE THAT 🤣🤣🤣

shivKara be like BLOODY HELL HAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN TO KISS OUR DAMN WIVES YET, AND THIS FUCKER IS HAVING KINKY BDSM SEX ALREADY??? 😯😯😯

“upar se very veryyyyy niceee, andar se fulllll on spice” hahahahaha 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

(also, that was soooooo nakuul talking, not shivaay.)

“hum kisi ki personal love life mein interfere nahi karte”

LMAO WHAT SHIT. ALLLLLLLL YOU FUCKERS DO IS INTERFERE IN EACH OTHER’S LOVE LIFE. 🙄🙄🙄

oh abhi badi anikaaaaa ki awaaaz se urgency mach rahi hai is mahashay ko. 🙄🙄🙄

lmao they actually tickled him and ran away. such typicalllllllll shitty older brothersssssssss. 😂😂😂😂😂😂 i would have honestly been disappointed if they’d reacted in any other way.

om is me, when anyone talks to me before 11 am. 😒😒😒

lollllllll rudra is realllllllly pushingggggg it. 😆😆😆

no, shivaay totally WOULD have fed him. he can’t resist doing laad on baby bro. 😚😚😚

LMAO RUDRA’S BURN, FOLLOWED BY “THUG LYFE BRO” what a fucking loserrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr hahaha 🤣🤣🤣

god, the extent a lady has to go to, JUST TO DO HER FUCKING JOB. men are suchhhhhhhhhhhhhh pains. 😒😒😒

why are they having breakfast in this randommmm fucking khopcha of their house tho? 🤔🤔🤔

UGH RUDRA YOU’RE THE FUCKING WORST. 😤😤😤

yaaaaaaaaaaas, murderrrrrr girlfriends! 👯🏽👯🏽👯🏽

what does she mean tej is duniya mein nahi hai? she saw the empty grave didn’t she? why isn’t she more worried about that? 😕😕😕

oufffffffffff oh. whaaaat chutiyaapa. 😣😣😣

oh. is this where shivaay got his catchphrase “shivaay singh oberoi ki jaan itni asaani se nahi jaayegi” from? 😐😐😐

damn, i love her sari blouse. 😍😍😍

lmaooooo. “tum shareef logon ki yehi problem hoti hai. CHOTI SI CRIME ka bhoj nahi utha paate.”

this isn’t svetlana’s first murder, of course, so she slept like a damn babyyyyy last night. look at her dewy skin! 😊😊😊

i’m 89% sure than this is the tejLana plan to drive jhanvi insane. 😒😒😒

OH SHIT ARE THEY GONNA SPILL... 😯😯😯

OH MY GOD IS THIS MAN’S BRAIN MADE OF OSMIUM BECAUSE HOW ELSE COULD SOMEONE BE THIS FUCKING DENSE?????? I REALLY THOUGHT HE HAD SUSPECTED SOMETHING WAS UP, AND THIS WOULD BE THE PROOF THAT WOULD VALIDATE IT, BUT NO. HE’S JUST. THAT. FUCKING. STUPID. GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD. 😖😖😖

.... ok poor billu. he’s cryyyyyyyyying. like, his brothers should also understand his side of the matter. yes, he acted roughly in anger. but... come on man. anika should be trying harder to win back his trust, instead of this nonsense that’s going on. she’s not giving him anyyyyy reason whatsoever to trust her again, so why should he forgive and forget? 😒😒😒

ok random bit of ekta kapoor-esque editing in middle. why? 🤔🤔🤔

yes, finally, they’re getting to work on the right person. 😌😌😌

of course the oberois spend a day labourer's entire monthly salary on just milk and fruits. 😐😐😐

... lol he’s right, you did only write 3 figures. 😆😆😆

ouffo, waste of one cheque leaf. YOU DO KNOW YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR REPLACEMENT CHEQUE BOOKS??? EXTRA KHARCHA. DHYAAN SE KIYA KARO YAAR. 😣😣😣 #middleClassToTheCore

he was justttttt mad at her, while talking to omRu. but now look at how fondly he’s looking at her, like she hangs up the moon every night. 😍😍😍

everyone’s driving shivaay mad today, talking like the fucking sphinx, purely in riddles. 🙄🙄🙄

finaaaaaallllly, dimaag ki baati jali. 💡💡💡

“uparr dekho.” “ro kyun rahi ho?” “aise hi koi nahi rota. (...) kuch kehna hai mujhse, anika?”

ugh, he’s instantly so tenderrrrrrrrrr. like... my stomach clenched most painfully during this scene. oh shivaaaaaay. please just figure it out quickerrrrrrrr. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

svetlana’s hereeee with some narcotics to make your day betttttter! 😊😊😊

ouff jhanvi. you’re so annoying. 😒😒😒

lmao svetlana sloooowly explaining what phones are for. i love my snarky queen so much! 😂😂😂

UH OH! SHE’S GOTTA BELIEVE HER NOW! 😯😯😯

pffffffffffffft. khoda pahaad, nikli chuhiyyaa. 🙄🙄🙄

shivaay’s back to talking to pinky normally??? 🤔🤔🤔

he was just talking out loud to himself, but THANKS FOR TAKING THE BAIT, PINKY!!!!!!!!!!!! 😎😎😎

BILLLLLU KI KANJIII REAL EYES ARE REALIZING REAL LIES. 👀👀👀

i’m not even gonna get too excited about this development, coz i know this track isn’t gonna get solved so damn easily. they’re gonna kheenchofy for at least two weeks to a month more. 😒😒😒

MY GIRL TIAAAAA COMING THROUGHHHHHH FOR ANIKA. UGH. WHAT A PURE ANGEL. I LOVE HER. 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

gauri posing for painting all sexilyyyyy is soooooooo out of character though? 😗😗😗

oh well, mujhe kya, i’m just here for the sex. i’m just happy that @ilovefusion ‘s headcanon is coming trueeeeeeee! (girl, dream up more tharak pls! 😏😏😏)

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portmack · 7 years ago

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oh wow not again

1: is there a boy/girl in your life?- no

2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?- no

3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”- cat

4: what’s something you really want right now?- to figure out what im doing with my life

5: are you afraid of falling in love?- no

6: do you like the beach?- sure

7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?- no

8: what’s the background on your cell?- something from a game

9: name the last four beds you were sat on?- what does that mean

10: do you like your phone?- i upgraded a few months ago after like 3 or 4 years

11: honestly, are things going the way you planned?- no

12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?- one of my bosses last summer lmao

13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?- ive had 2 poodle mixes and they dont shed so probably poodle

14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?- i guess physical because im used to the latter at this point

15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?- a zoo if its a good zoo like animal protection wise etc

16: are you tired?- yeah

17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact?- if that means alphabetically ive known kany since augustish of 2011

18: are they a relative?- no

19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?- i dont have exes

20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?- no

21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?- sure

22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again?- no

23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?- one

24: is there a certain quote you live by?- no

25: what’s on your mind?- ggggggggggg

26: do you have any tattoos?- no

27: what is your favorite color?- blue

28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips?- what kind of question is that

29: who are you texting?- no one

30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?- no

31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?- sure

32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?- i guess

33: do you think anyone has feelings for you?- not currently

34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?- yes

35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?- thats not a question

36: were you single on valentines day?- sure

37: are you friends with the last person you kissed?- this thing is so obsessed with kissing

38: what do your friends call you?- nic

39: has anyone upset you in the last week?- yes someone said they were getting me coffee and then didnt

40: have you ever cried over a text?- yes

41: where’s your last bruise located?- idk im not a bruiser

42: what is it from?- idk

43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?- my last roommate

44: who was the last person you were on the phone with?- my mom probably

45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes?- no

46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?- only in the winter

47: would you ever go bald if it was the style?- no

48: do you make supper for your family?- i can make pasta

49: does your bedroom have a door?- yes

50: top 3 web-pages?- idk anymore

51: do you know anyone who hates shopping?- probably

52: does anything on your body hurt?- my back

53: are goodbyes hard for you?- not when its happening but later sometimes

54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?- water

55: how is your hair?- its the longest its been in like 6-7 years

56: what do you usually do first in the morning?- chekc my phone

57: do you think two people can last forever?- sure

58: think back to january 2007, were you single?- i was 11

59: green or purple grapes?- i dont eat grapes because the skin freaks me out

60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug?- im not a hugger

61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now?- sure

62: when will be the next time you text someone?- whenever kany texts me because shes literally the only person i text because shes the only person who will put up with me

63: where will you be 5 hours from now?- asleep

64: what were you doing at 8 this morning.- sleeping

65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked?- yes it was terrible

66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?- no

67: did you kiss or hug anyone today?- no

68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night?- fuck its 7am

69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?- all the time

70: how many windows are open on your computer?- 3 internet windows and you dont want to know how many tabs

71: how many fingers do you have?-...10?

72: what is your ringtone?- whatever the default iphone one is idk i never have the sound on

73: how old will you be in 5 months?- 22

74: where is your mum right now?- asleep

75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?- idk but the first person i ever liked is a trump supporter now so idc

76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?- no

77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?- no

78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?- didnt have crushes until 11th grade

79: is there anyone you know with the name mike?- many

80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?- no

81: how many people have you liked in the past three months?- 0

82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?- no

83: will you talk to the person you like tonight?- no

84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?- i would never a. be drunk and in public and b. do that

85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care?- ya

86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?- last movie i saw in theaters was with kany

87: who was your last received call from?- my mother probably

88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?- nah

89: what is something you wish you had more of?-$

90: have you ever trusted someone too much?- yes and never again

91: do you sleep with your window open?- if its hot inside and cold outside

92: do you get along with girls?- sure

93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?- sure

94: does sex mean love?- nah

95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?- no

96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?- no

97: did you sleep alone this week?- ya

98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?- no

99: do you believe in love at first sight?- no

100: who was the last person that you pinky promise?- no idea

1: If you didn't have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time?- pls dont do that to me

2. What is your favorite piece of clothing you own / owned?- im not too sentimental about clothes

3. What hobby would you pick up if time & money weren't an issue?- streaming maybe

4. What does your perfect room look like?- i dont care that much i just want to be comfortable

5. How often do you play sports?- not much anymore but i wish i did

6. What fictional place would you like to visit?- hoenn

7. What job would you be terrible at?- economist

8. When was the last time you climbed a tree?- probably in middle school

9. If you could turn any activity into an Olympic sport, what would you have a good chance of winning a medal for?- g

10. What is the most annoying habit that you or other people have?- being late

11. What job do you think you'd be really good at?- something sciency

12. What skill would you like to master?- color

13. What would be the most amazing adventure to go on?- im not too interested in adventures at this current time

14. If you had unlimited funds to build a house to live on for the rest of your life, what would the finished house look like?- i dont need much as long as the wifi is good

15. What's your favorite drink?- iced coffee or grape propel

16. What state or country do you never want to go back to?- not a huge fan of ny

17. What songs do you have completely memorized?- i could list a couple thousand probably

18. What game or movie universe would you like to live in?- pokemon i guess

19. What do you consider to be your best find?- wtf does that mean

20. Are you usually early or late?- im all over the place

21. What pets did you have when you were growing up?- dog cat dog 5 fish dog dog ratdog

22. When people come to you for help, what do they usually need help with?- a lot of things

23. What takes up too much of your time?- being depressed

24. What do you wish you knew more about?- animals

25. What would be your first question after waking up from being frozen for 100 years?- wtf

26. What are some small things that make your day better?-

27. Who's your go-to band or artist when you don't know who or what to listen to?- saintseneca

28. What's the best way to start the day?- pancakes

29. What TV shows do you like?- havent watched a tv show in a while

30. What TV channel doesn't exist but really should?- idk what channels there anymore are i dont watch much tv

31. Who has impressed you most with what they've accomplished?- some of my classmates from my department

32. What age do you wish you could stay at permanently?- idc

33. What TV show or movie do you refuse to watch?- most of them

34. What's your ideal way to spend a weekend?- relaxing

35. What is something that is considered a luxury, but you don't think you could live without?- i guess my computer

36. What is your claim to fame?- dont have one

37. What is something you enjoy doing the old-fashioned way?- i dont use icloud

38. What's your favorite book or movie genre?- dont have a specific one

39. How often do you people-watch?- not much because i get paranoid

40. What have you only recently formed an opinion about?- nothing

41. What's the best day of the year?- idk

42. What subject interests you that not many people have heard of?- idk

43. How do you relax after a long day of work?- sweatpants

44. What's the best book series or TV series you've ever read or watched?- gintama

45. Where is the farthest you've ever been from home- zurich airport

46. What's the most heartwarming thing you've ever seen?- idk

47. What is the most annoying question people ask you?- about my eating disorder

48. What could you give a 40-minute presentation on with no preparation?- overwatch

49. If you were the dictator on a small island nation, what crazy dictator stuff would you do?- i wouldn’t

50. What is something you think everyone should do at least once in their lives?- whatever

51. Would you rather go hand gliding or whitewater rafting?- not really interested in either

52. What's your dream car?- i cant drive

53. What's worth spending more on to get the best?- technology

54. What is something a ton of people are obsessed with, but you just don't get?- superhero movies

55. What are you most looking forward to in the next 10 years?- anything

56. Where is the most interesting place you've been?- spain i guess

57. What's something you've been meaning to try but haven't gotten around to it?- nothing really

58. What is the best thing that happened to you last week?- not much

59. What piece of entertainment do you wish you could erase from your mind, only to experience it for the first time again?- gintama

60. If all jobs had the same pay rate and hours, what job would you want to have?- wish i knew

61. What amazing thing have you done that no one was around to see?- my 37 second rubiks cube record obviously

62. How different was your life 1 year ago?- not really sure its a blur

63. What quirks do you have?- lmao

64. What would you rate 10/10?- thats so vague

65. What fad or trend do you think should come back?-

66. What is the most interesting piece of art you've seen?-im too tired idk

67. What kind of art do you enjoy most?- idk cool fanart of things i like i guess

68. What do you hope never changes? - idk

69. What city would you most like to live in?- wish i knew

70. What movie title best describes your life?- no idea dont you just love my answer sz z

71. Why did you decide to do the work you are doing now?- i need a job

72. What's the best way a person can spend their time?- doing what they want

73. If you suddenly became a master at woodworking, what would you make?- i got woodshop student of the month in middle school bitch dont fucc with me

74. Where is the most relaxing place you've ever been?- idk

75. What's the luckiest thing that has ever happened to you?- a few things i didnt deserve

76. Where would you rather be from?- idc but saying youre from nj is embarassing

77. What are some things you've had to unlearn?- idk

78. What do you look forward to in the next 6 months?- hopefully getting my life together

79. What website do you visit most often?- idk

80. What one thing do you really want but can't afford?- a lot of things

81. Where do you usually go when you have free time?-my room

82. Where would you spend all your time if you could?- asleep

83. What's special about the place you grew up?- it feels like an entirely different world here

84. What age do you want to live to?- idc

85. What are you most likely to become famous for?- idk

86. What are you absolutely determined to do?- idk anymore because i have a degree now in something i dont live anymore

87. What is the most impressive thing you know how to do?- idk i more or less know how to do brain surgery on a rat i guess thats impressive

88. What do you wish you knew more about?- everything

89. What question would you most like to know the answer to?- why

90. What question can you ask to find out the most about a person?- why

91. When was the last time you changed your opinion or belief about something major?- i feel like ive been pretty fixed for a while

92. What's the best compliment you've ever received?- idk

93. As the only human left on earth, what would you do?- die

94. Who inspires you to be better?- my answer would be stupid

95. What do you want your epitaph to be?- dont want one

96. What haven't you grown out of?- idk

97. In what situation or place would you feel most out of place in?- im not good in a lot of situations

101. How do you hope you'll change as a person in the future?- hopefully not be depressed

102. What keeps you up at night?- a lot of things

103. What's the most surprising self-realization you've had?- ...

104. What is the most illegal thing you've ever done?- underage drinking im a madman

105. How do you get in the way of your own success?- i lose the ambition and give up on everything ive ever done

106. What are you afraid people see when they look at you?- a lot

107. What is your biggest regret?- i fucked up my life long term a lot when i was 13

108. What do you look down on people for?- ignorance about science

109. What bridges do you not regret burning?- idk im not usually the burner

110. What lie do you tell most often?- lmao

112. What is the best & worst thing about getting older?- im losing control

118. What are you famous for among your friends & family?- im the most promising of my cousins but little do they know i have no ambition and cant get out of bed

120. What one responsibility do you wish you didn't have?- im not explaining the answer to this question but i am in a bad situation

121. What are 3 things you want to accomplish before you die?- idc

122. What do you want to tell your 10-year-old self?- dont do it

124. What's the best thing about you?- you tell me

125. What blows your mind?- science

126. Have you ever saved someone's life?- yeah

127. What are you really good at but embarrassed to be good at?- nothing really

128. What would a mirror opposite of you look like?- backwards

129. What are 3 interesting facts about you?- i cant think of any im one dimensional

130. Which of your scars has the best story behind it?- most are burn scars but above one of my eyes theres a scar because my dog popped a chicken pock when i was a baby

131. What's the title of the current chapter in your life?- wtf are you doing

132. What were some of the biggest turning points in your life?- age 7 age 13 age 18 age 19

133. What's the hardest lesson you've learned?- life sux

134. What do people think is weird about you?- a lot apparently

135. What mistake do you keep making?- everything

136. What have you created that you're most proud of?- idk

137. What do you doubt?- idk

138. What are some of your morals?- idk its not that hard to be a good person

139. What do you want to be remembered for?- nothing

140. What do you regret not doing in your childhood years?- i didnt really have much of a childhood grew up to fast

141. What is your favorite fragrance?- my nose doesnt work

142. What do you think your last words will be?- idk

143. Who or what do you take for granted?- idk

144. Why would you be annoying as a roommate?- idk i dont talk much 145. What is something you're insecure about?- a few thigns

146. What's the best & worst piece of advice you've received?- idk i feel like most of the advice ive received has been bad which has led me here

147. What irrational fears do you have?- bees

148. What makes a good life?- idk

149. What's the last adventure you went on?- college

150. What is the most memorable gift you've received?- not sure

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coffee-n-some-cream · 8 years ago

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Fair is Foul - Chapter 3: Who Shall Conceive the Horrors of My Secret Toil

The chilled gusts of the night beat against my furrowed brow as I crouch atop one of the city’s apartment complexes, my body just another black, unnoticed silhouette among the tips of the surrounding skyscrapers. I peer at the lush private home across the street, my superior eyes able to peer through the ink of the night unaided, and I see my victim.

He is an older man, plump and clearly the beneficiary of the finer things in life. He is also the most likely candidate for senator this coming election. Most importantly, he is a thorn in my father’s side.

Eyes locked onto the sleeping and unsuspecting form of the would-be senator, I leap from the edge of the rooftop and soak in the sensation of the brief flight between buildings, air whipping through my cloak and hair, battering against my eyes enough to make them water. The cold rush pushes adrenaline through my veins, and the pumping of my heart only urges me forward, focusing my mind entirely on what I must do.

I land on the roof of the near tower of a home with the sharp clack and crunch of my heels, one hand out to steady myself upon the impact, before slinking down the side to the small ledge that circles the building like a treacherous snake. I don’t bother with subtlety, shattering the entire window in one swift strike of my fist.

My breath is slow and evenly paced, long drags in and long blows out, as I duck into the unlit room. Already the man is awake and sitting bolt upright in his large and overly-soft bed, and I can see the whites of his eyes as he gawks at me in paralyzing fear.

I am suddenly reminded of Lucas, his expression as he spoke about me, and the way he regarded me in his photos. Not an ounce of fear in his voice, only admiration, only wonder. If only the poor fool could see me as I am now. I wonder if he would look at me the same way the man before me is looking at me now. Would he be stricken with fear as well? Would he be horrified? Would he shake his head at my apparent betrayal?

I feel foolish at the hurt this mere thought causes me, and I push it away as the man scrambles out from under his covers and onto the floor, putting his bed between us.

“Wha-what do you want from me?” he cries out in a shrill voice, his entire body trembling, “Who sent you? What do you want?!”

I say nothing, stepping around the bed as I move closer to my prey, taking in the panicked breaths and pale skin that remind me of who I am, of my place in the world.

Yes, I am but a monster. Look upon me as so. You are a human, far above me. You are a righteous race, your morality a characteristic of your very being. You are God’s creation, and your place in this world was carved out for you before you were even conceived. You have a right to existence. I do not.

Look upon me, just human, as the monster I am. I am stronger than you, faster than you, more durable, more intelligent, I am capable of so much more than you could ever be. If not for your morality, I would be superior to you in every way. My mere existence is a crime, my presence a taint upon the world. I am a monster, and I deal in monstrous things.

And monsters kill.

He backs away from me, seeing the hunter’s intent in my eyes, turning to run. I move, lightning quick, so fast that no human could hope to avoid me, and I have him pinned against the wall in one firm hand, his weight nothing compared to how much I am capable of bearing. With my other hand I reach to the holster strapped onto my hip and pull out the sleek, silver weapon. The gun’s presence feels heavier in my hand than the man does. I point it at his head.

The man claws at my wrist, choking for air, his eyes running wild. There is a glistening trail of drool running down his chin. And yet, despite this, he manages to plead for his life in one last desperate attempt to survive.

“Pl… please,” he gasps out, “d… on’t.”

“Poor human,” I murmur, my finger applying the barest pressure to the handgun’s trigger, “Your race is going to die out anyway. My father is a god, and he is going to exterminate you from the world. Why struggle? Why try? You have no hope.”

His eyes meet mine, and even his state of near unconsciousness cannot mask the waves of fear and pain that roll from him and batter themselves against my conscience.

“I’m doing you a favor,” I say, and I pull the trigger.

Blood and brain matter splatter the wall behind his head, and my face is wet from the spray. I let his body fall onto the floor, and I watch as a red chunk of his skull separates from his head and lands on the floor beside him with a meaty thunk. The wet sound of blood dripping off the wallpaper and oozing from his head is the only sound in the suddenly echoing bedroom.

The gun goes back in its holster and I wipe a bit of the still hot liquid off of my face with my fingers. I turn to exit the way I came when I notice a photograph sitting on the nightstand by the disheveled bed, the dim glow of the moon shining on it just enough so that I can make out the image. It is of a woman, middle-aged but still beautiful, the wrinkles on her face giving her a sense of wisdom. There are two children with her, one a teenage girl and another a younger boy. And sitting beside the woman, with a hand on the boy’s shoulder, is the man. His family. They must be away for some reason, on vacation or out on the town. It was pure luck they weren’t here at the time, or I would have had to kill them as well.

I stand in the darkness and stillness, staring at the photograph. I had not been informed that he had a family. That he was a husband, a father.

Does it matter? I am a monster, and I deal in monstrous things. To feel no emotion besides hate is monstrous. I shouldn’t care about him, or the family I tore him from.

I turn toward the window and throw myself back into the bitter night.

When I sit down the next day to another dinner with Lucas, something I am woefully pleased to admit has become an almost daily occurrence, I am met with a dark frown and troubled eyes.

“Is something the matter, Lucas?” I ask with a raised eyebrow, something uneasy curling in my gut as I think back to my activities the previous night.

Lucas is quiet for a bit before he reaches into his coat and pulls out the same folder that he presented to me upon our first meeting. He flips it open with a flick of his wrist and the first photograph I see is of me, crouched low and solemn, on the roof of the apartment building I was spying from last night.

I force my face to remain neutral. After finding out about his disconcerting hobby of photographing me while I do my nightly work, I had made it a point to watch for him, and sometimes I did spot him standing on the street or outside of buildings with his clunky old camera pointed toward the sky. And yet I failed to notice him last night of all nights.

I notice that my hands have formed trembling fists, and I unclench them before my companion can notice.

“I was following the woman again last night,” he says in a low tone, and it is so different from the bright, awe-filled way he spoke of me before. It sounds almost… disappointed. He flips to another photograph, and this one shows me climbing through the window of the man’s home. “She went in through this guy’s window. And, uh…”

I can’t bring myself to look at him, staring at the blurred picture of me. “And what?”

“I heard a gunshot. She went in, I heard a gunshot, and then she left. The only person in the building at the time was a man named Mr. Benjamin Marino. You may recognize the name, he was running for senate.” Lucas pauses. “He probably would have won.”

I take a sip of my coffee, forcing myself to swallow, forcing my next words to sound curious and clueless. “Would have?”

“He’s dead.”

I set down my mug.

“She killed him, Adrian. That woman, she’s… she’s a murderer, she killed him.”

Lucas runs his hand through his unruly hair, and I feel sick to my stomach when I can’t help but notice how attractive it is. I do not deserve to have such thoughts. I am a monster. And monsters deal in monstrous things. I feel agitation run through me as I realize that I have had to remind myself of those words more often as of late.

“She’s not what you thought she was, is she?” I ask him, my voice subdued to my own ears.

Lucas continues to frown, picking at his pasta. “No. She’s not.”

I nod, and I feel a weight settle in my gut as my fears come true. Lucas, with all his bright wonderment and excited fascination, Lucas, the only person who has ever seen me as something better than what I am, Lucas, who called me beautiful. Lucas, wonderful, trusting Lucas, seeing me for what I am. It’s enough to make me want to puke.

Perhaps it is for the best. I don’t know what I was expecting. Love? Ridiculous. It would never happen, it was never even a possibility. Acceptance? No monster could ever be accepted by a human. Understanding? How could a human ever understand an existence like mine. There was no point in hoping to begin with.

My own words echo back to me, the words I spoke to the man last night. “You have no hope.”

And I wonder. If humans should not deal in hope, and monsters should not deal in hope, then where does hope belong in this cruel world?

The rest of our dinner is spent speaking in hushed, serious tones. I go home to Data 7. I do not speak of my day.

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